Trouble With Harry by Myla Jackson Read Free Book Online

“I wonder what happens if the bottle breaks?”
    “Maybe there’s more information on the sarcophagus. We can check tomorrow.” Edie’s eyelids dipped and she yawned. “For now, all I want to think about is food and sleep.”
    “I’d give all the camels in the desert for a bath.”
    “I can do better than that.” A secretive smile curved her lips. With her hair hanging in soft curls around her face, the smile softened her features. When she allowed herself to be unguarded, Edie was a truly beautiful woman. “Wait until you see the shower.” Her eyes were the shifting colors of the sea, one moment aqua-green, the next moment slate gray.
    Harry could fall into those eyes. But beside his nakedness of earlier that day, he still had the sands of the desert coating his skin. “Shower? Like in the fancy houses?”
    “Yup. Only, just about every house has one, now. Follow me.” She rose gracefully from the table and stepped out of the room. Having shed her serviceable pumps, she padded around in her bare feet. With her long coppery waves hanging down her back to her waist, she looked like a little girl or a helpless waif. No. Make that like a goddess rising from the sea.
    Harry could still feel the silky smoothness of her skin beneath his fingers, the weight of her breasts in his hands. Even though he hadn’t really instigated the lovemaking of his own accord, he had appreciated every moment, rising to the occasion, stimulated by her body not her wish.
    Maybe she’d wish for him to do it again. His cock sprang to attention in ardent anticipation.
    * * * * *
    So, his display of affection hadn’t been stimulated by desire for her body. Then again, it hadn’t been inspired by pity either. Prior to the heavy petting in the hallway, Harry had been nothing but a gentleman despite appearing in the nude. Damn, why couldn’t he be a little less gentlemanly?
    Edie wanted to continue the kiss where they’d left off and follow through to consummation. Who knew when she’d get another opportunity? Twenty-nine-year-old women who looked like her didn’t have sex. They dreamed about it.
    With a sigh, Edie walked into cream-colored bathroom, digging her toes into the soft bath mats. What would it feel like to lie naked on a rug like this and do it until her eyes popped out?
    The word was fuck.
    Fuck. She’d never used that word before now. Something about Harry must bring out the worst in her…or maybe the best…or perhaps the correct word was lust.
    Leaning through the sliding glass doors she adjusted the water to a pleasant temperature and spraying pressure. “You should like that.”
    “I’m sure I will.” His voice rumbled next to her ear.
    When she turned back to Harry, he stood so close she had to tilt her head back to see into his eyes. The janitor’s coverall stretched open exposing that chest Edie would die to touch again.
    Her heart fluttered and she backed up a step. All those automatic responses to his earlier foreplay leapt back into place. Her skin became positively charged, ready to ignite at the barest stroke.
    Space. She needed space between her and that torso.
    “I’ll leave you to it.” Edie scurried out the bathroom door, damning her voice for the desperate squeak she’d managed to get out. Why did she act like a scared virgin running for her virtue?
    Chicken shit. That’s what I am, a chicken shit.
    Here she had a gorgeous man in her apartment, had already seen him naked, and she couldn’t be within one foot of him without wanting to run. What’s wrong with me ?
    “Looks aren’t everything. You can make up for it with brains.” Her father’s words echoed in her head.
    She stared at herself in the mirror. Too bad she didn’t have her mother’s confidence and her creamy clear complexion, coal-black hair and eyes the color of sapphires. No, I had to get stuck with carrot-red hair and freckles and I’ll probably die a lonely old lady with an apartment full of cats. Who could love a woman